They found a medic droid in the crew's quarters. A holographic version anyway. The physical version must have either fallen out of the hold or is shoved in a closet somewhere, shut down. This will do. 

  "Hey, doctor droid! Can you hear me?" Ahsoka asked as the outdated hologram fizzled.

  "Oh, yes. What seems to be the problem?" TB-2 inquired. 

  "Great." She gestured to Rotta, who was rolling around on the med table. "We got a sick Huttlet. Do you have a remedy?"

As the med droid directed scanners and mechanical arms around the Huttlet, Ahsoka sat down on one of the bunks with an exhausted thump. If they had enough time, maybe she could take a nap before they reached Tatooine. Skyguy may need her help though. 

Speaking of which, the Hero With No Fear walked in at that moment, pausing to watch TB-2 take note of Rotta's symptoms in order to create a diagnosis and antidote. 

  "Why do freighters have expense med droids?" the Padawan asked curiously. 

  "Piracy," he answered simply. "They get shot at a lot. Pays to have good first aid on board. Come on, TB. Get on with it."

  The arm scanning the Huttlet pulled away as the hologram of the med droid approached. "The patient is feverish and suffering from an unknown bacterial infection. He is also dehydrated and requires an electrolyte liquid. I prescribe a generic antipyretic suitable for Hutt's to reduce his temperature, a broad-spectrum antibacterial, and one liter of liquid by mouth per hour."

  Anakin glanced at the chronometer. "We're some way from a pharmacy..."

  "I can dispense these items."

  "Better make it snappy, then, TB..."

Another arm opened up a cabinet and produced a bottle of pills, offering it to Ahsoka. With a sigh, she gratefully accepted the bottle. The pills were round and grey and most likely tasted unpleasant. 

Rotta seemed to think so too and stubbornly sealed his lips. 

  "Come on," the Togruta growled as the baby continued to refuse. "You'll take it and like it!" She shoved the pill through the tight lips and washed it down with a water bottle. The Huttlet swallowed and burped up a green gas.

  "There you go. Good boy." She covered her nose and mouth and stepped away. Then she realized that the med droid was still there, scanning her up and down.

  "What are you doing?" Ahsoka demanded, jumping out of the yellow light. 

  "Scanning you for injury," TB-2 stated nonchalantly. "Scan fifteen percent complete. Your hands are cut and bleeding. I recommend bacta fluid and bandages for twenty minutes at least."

  "I'm good, thanks."

  "Your hands require treatment or the open ended nerves in your hands may become damaged," the medical droid continued patiently. 

  "You should do what he says," Anakin suggested gently. "And a full body scan doesn't sound like a bad idea either."

  "Fine, but only if you do it, too," Ahsoka bargained as she hoisted herself up on the table beside Rotta. The arms handed her white bandages and a tube of bacta as they were not precise enough to do it themselves. 

Anakin nodded and gestured to the scanner. The yellow light moved up and down his body until it backed off, satisfied. 

  "Scan complete," TB-2 reported. "You are dehydrated and fatigued. I prescribe of water and undisturbed bedrest."

  Anakin drained his water bottle and wiped his mouth with this sleeve. "I will delay the bedrest till this is all over." He turned to Ahsoka."There, your turn."

Frowning in annoyance, Ahsoka spread out her hands in a welcoming gesture. Her right hand was half bandaged and hanging loose, threatening to unravel all her hard work. The yellow light scanned her up and down until it flickered out and the arm put itself away. 

  "Scan complete. Hands are cut, you have multiple bruises on your arms, torso, wrists, montrals, and face, and old lightsaber burn by your collarbone, minor cuts on your arms and torso, minor cracked ribs, dehydrated, and fatigued. I would prescribe a bacta tank for best and quickest recovery, but we do not have one onboard. Until then, bandages, water, and bedrest will suffice."

  Ahsoka stared at the droid, stunned. "Th-thanks, TB. That will be all."

  The holographic droid nodded then flickered and died, leaving the two Jedi alone with a drooling Huttlet. 

Ahsoka tentatively gazed into Anakin's blue eyes. They were soft and gentle, not shocked or pitying. She didn't want his pity, but she would allow the kind sympathy. 

Wordlessly, Anakin took the bandages she had been struggling with and wrapped them himself, more securely than she could. It was silent in the crew's quarters aside from the hum of the ship and the baby noises from Rotta. 

  "Are you going to say something?" inquired Ahsoka when he finished bandaging her hands. "You're not surprised, are you?"

  "No. I expected worse, but I guess that means he knows what he's doing."

  Ahsoka nodded sadly. "Yeah."

  "I suppose I should ask why you haven't told anyone," he continued in the same soft, soothing tone, "but I think already know the answer." 

  "I wanted to tell you," she admitted. "You were the only person I ever thought I could tell, but... I was afraid."

She grimaced at the use of that word. It wasn't the Jedi way. Fear leads to the path of the Dark Side. There is no emotion, there is peace. Although, Rex did tell her that only the foolish were not scared on the battlefield. War does have the strange ability to muddle the lines.

  "Afraid of Pong Krell?"

  "A little bit, but I was mostly afraid of your judgement. I didn't want you or Rex or the Clones to see me differently. I didn't want you to see me as weak, pathetic... broken."

  "Ahsoka, you're not any of those things. You're strong and skilled and quick on your feet. And..." he paused, weighing the weight of his next words, "I'm proud of you." 

Ahsoka's eyes stung and grew blurry with tears. Her Master never said those words to her, and she never realized till now how much she longed to hear them. 

  "Thank you, Master." 

  "I promise we'll take care of this, Snips," Anakin continued with a smile, "but for now, we have a mission to complete."

Grinning, Ahsoka picked up the sleeping Huttlet and carried him into the cockpit. There was a slight spring in her step and she felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She felt happier and more alive than she had ever been in a long time.